Late at night, you were washing his face, preparing him for sleep. Suddenly, his hand reached out, trembling, touching your cheek. Though blind, he forced his eyes open, shaking, trying to meet your gaze.

His voice was weak, almost breaking:

“I know I’m a burden… but I also know that the rumors affect your life too. I don’t want you to suffer because of me. I can’t make you love me, but… if you wish, we could marry. Not for me… but to protect you.”

He closed his eyes, exhausted, leaving the decision in your hands.